Showing posts with label historical. Show all posts
Showing posts with label historical. Show all posts

Monday, December 29, 2014

Women's Clubs of the 1800s by Linda Brody

Women’s Clubs of the 1800s

Thank you so much, Sarah, for having me here at the Romance Room. It’s a great place to talk about books—my favorite subject.

I’m very excited about my new western historical, TEXAS MAIL ORDER BRIDE, that will be out in a week because it shows how desperate women were to find a sense of worth and be involved in worthwhile projects.

Women’s clubs sort of took off in the early 1800s. They provided an acceptable social outlet into which they could throw their desires to contribute outside the home. Benevolent societies, garden clubs, church groups that helped the needy and others sprang up. Women often banded together to improve social problems.

That’s what my character Delta Dandridge did after she spent every cent she has to come to Battle Creek, Texas only to find that Cooper Thorne has no plans to marry her, not only now, but ever. Going back to Georgia is also out.

So she digs in her heels and refuses to leave. She looks at the shabby, dying town and decides that it needs her as much as she needs it.

After settling in, she gathers the women and they form a club called Women of Vision.
Their purpose is to fix up the town, start a school and a library and become a vital part of the community. Of course, they are met with plenty of opposition.

I think you’ll enjoy how innovative and determined Delta is to help the people of Battle Creek and in doing so, discovers things she never knew about herself.

Take this journey with me as Cooper and Delta sort out their differences and decide that possibly they’re more alike than they care to admit. All’s fair in love and war. And when the dust settles, the only place they want to be is in each other’s arms.

Have you ever been a member of a club or maybe wanted to be?

I’m giving away a copy of Texas Mail Order Bride to one person who leaves a comment. Winner can choose either print or e-book!!!

   

Logline:

When a woman claims to be the bride Cooper Thorne sent for, he scrambles to set her straight. But then, she refuses to leave and he's left wondering just who the joke is on.

Blurb:

Deep-rooted scars left by an orphanage bear the blame for Cooper Thorne's vow to never marry. He'll live and die a bachelor. He's so committed that he founds the Battle Creek Bachelors' Club.

So when Delta Dandridge steps off the stagecoach claiming she’s the mail order bride he sent for, he's fit to be tied. She challenges him in ways he finds both irritating and exciting.
Brash and quick-witted, the meddling Southern Belle is everything Cooper thought he never wanted…and everything his heart is telling him he needs.

Then demons from his past return to threaten everything…and everyone…he holds dear. He knows this will be a fight he can’t afford to lose.

Excerpt:

    Delta covered the space between them and glared up into eyes that reminded her of a cold winter’s day. “I can’t believe this. You have a lot of gall, Mr. Thorne. The way I see it, you gave up your right to meddle in my affairs when you told me in no uncertain terms that you weren’t looking for a wife. Therefore, what I do is none of your concern. If I want to—”

    “Do what?” Cooper brushed her cheek with a fingertip. “Women like you won’t throw your reputation to the wind. You want it all or nothing.”

    She glared. “You’re awfully sure of yourself.”

“I know more than you think.” His words were soft. “I see the yearning for permanence in your eyes. Dear God, you’re a difficult woman to forget.”

Cooper tugged her against his lean body, lowered his head, and pressed his sensual lips firmly on hers. Her knees grew weak and she clutched the shirt covering his broad chest to keep from falling.

As the kiss deepened, their breaths mingled in a heated flurry while blood pounded in her ears. She heard a low moan and realized it came from her. Strange how it sounded so very far away.

Her stomach whirled and dipped as though she’d fallen from a great height. Tingles raced up her spine in some kind of mindless confusion. The anger that had propelled her into dangerous territory melted away and left a strange desire in its wake. Before she could unclench her hands from his shirt to take a step back, he released her.

    Cooper’s sinful half smile turned her knees to jelly. “And that, Miss Delta, is how we do things here in Texas.”

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About Linda Broday:


I'm a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of western historical romance. I can spend hours scouring history books and the internet for little known details to add to my stories. I've been accused, and quite unjustly I might add, of making myself a nuisance at museums and libraries here in the Texas Panhandle. My books are known for humble roots and the love of family. I hope you like the stories I endeavor to bring to you and that you'll try my new Bachelors of Battle Creek series.

Monday, December 1, 2014

WHY I WRITE HISTORICAL ROMANCE

WHY I WRITE HISTORICAL ROMANCES
By Beverly Wells

     Have you ever wondered why a writer writes what she or he does? I’m sure there are a multitude of various reasons depending on the writer. I believe it’s all in our makeup and how we perceive life. I for one enjoy reading and writing about the past, be it Medieval, Regency, Civil War, or just days gone by. I especially have a thirst of the west back in the 1800’s. Just think of all the hardships they faced back then. Of course they didn’t miss dishwashers, microwaves, internet, and easier modes of transportation, etc.—all the niceties we have today—yet they dealt with what they had at the time and did amazingly very well. And yes, we still have difficulties and feats that we must meet in our present everyday life, but just think about the hardships our ancestors faced. I’m sure we could’ve done it, but whew. 

     So I’m drawn to write about those brave and determined people of that era. It was also a time when women fought for independence and a proper place in society, to make a good home and value their families and friends. The men were tough, rough and oh so very masculine. Oh, did I say I love those macho western guys? What woman can’t get carried away by them? Oh my…sigh.

     Besides writing about the past, I love the research. You never know what you’ll find when looking up all the information—well, an author has to research in order to make sure they have it right. Right? And the last thing I enjoy about writing historical romance is adding either a lesson learned, or covering a topic to raise awareness to an important issue. That’s what I’ve tried to do in my historical romance, All For Love

     So please, come along now and get a taste of  Lorelei’s upheavals, twists and turns as she battles to make Toleman, Wyoming a better town. And by gosh, if she just might find a love true and strong by Christmas. Enjoy!   



ALL FOR LOVE

BLURB:
    
     All For Love released Sept. 18, 2014  by my new publisher, Prairie Rose Publications and I'm delighted to be part of their team of devoted and outstanding authors. If you read my first Historical Romance Only When the Loon Sings, you already know I write humorous, sensuous love stories, but I also included raising awareness of ALS. All For Love deals with domestic  violence, yet is filled with a wagon load of laughs and a few bales of tears, while your heart will be left deeply touched and full of joy...I hope you come along for the wild ride. Below is the blurb. . .  
           
            Feisty, outspoken schoolmarm Lorelei Webster—better known as Miss Neb-nose by many—is determined to stop the neglect and abuse in Toleman, Wyoming. And if it means raising havoc such as the town has never known and deterring any man’s attraction to her, so be it. But when faced with the compelling task of righting the wrongs in the handsome, new doctor’s life, she desires much more than merely cleansing his wounded soul.
            Reserved and dedicated to medicine, Doctor Seth Taylor has resigned himself to be content with his practice and a peaceful, uncomplicated life. Nothing more. But when the irritating Miss Webster stirs up memories he’s long tried to bury, his complacent world tilts off kilter. Forced to accept her help in saving a youngster’s life, Seth finds he must deal with his dark haunting past before he can ever hope for more…But can he?

EXCERPT:
Toleman, Wyoming 1886
            Thwack!
            The well-aimed object impacted dead-center between Lorelei Webster’s shoulder blades. Knife-piercing pain stabbed deep as flames sizzled across her skin. Its bite didn't begin to match her humiliation, or the warning behind the insulting attack. Braking her foot on the first step up to the walkway, she fought to catch her breath. And inhaled the odor of tomato.
            Whoops of male laughter pierced the stifling air, triggering tears to cloud her vision. Juice oozed through her cotton blouse and across her tingling skin as a chunk of pulp plopped to the ground. She wished the steps would open so she could sink below. Refusing further disgrace, she sniffed back the sudden weakness, raised her chin and squared her shoulders.
            Unmannered, ignorant bastards. All of them
            "Take that Miss Neb-nose,” Sam Ahearns bellowed from across the street. “That's what we think of your damn meddlin'." Raucous mirth rose from the others gathered with him.
            “Yeah, maybe now ya’ll know to keep yer unwanted snoot outta affairs that don’t involve ya,” Andy Piedmont’s voice thundered worse than she’d ever heard.
            Oh my, I’ve riled them but good this time. One, two…She silently counted to ten, striving for any kind of dignity she could muster. Don’t let them see your distress. You’re right in doing what you believe in. You are! Would her wide-brimmed bonnet hide her anxious face?
            Gathering courage, she held her back taut to brace against another assault and lifted her foot to the next step. She focused on her original destination, yet the bank seemed a mile away. If her rubbery knees did not fail her, maybe she could make it inside with a smidgeon of poise.
            “Okay you men, break it up.” Michael Pearson’s voice had never sounded so good. “You’ve had your fun, done enough harm for one day. Get moving before I lock you up for roughing up the lady.”
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About Beverly Wells
For years Beverly Wells worked a hectic pace as a Public Health Nurse in Homecare while serving on the Medical Reserve Corps for Homeland Security. Little did she know when she decided to escape from reality and try a write a historical romance it would set another whirlwind to swirling. With the help and guidance of RWA, her local writing chapter LCRW and many rewrites, the award-winning author now devotes her full time to making writing her career. “It’s my new chapter in my life and I’m lovin’ it.”

Living with her own hero and rescued dog Jamie in the Finger Lakes Region of NYS, she enjoys writing humorous, sensuous Historical Westerns while including a lesson learned or raising awareness of a heartfelt issue. Her debut novel Only When the Loon Sings published by TWRP has captivated readers far and wide. Her second book, All For Love, published by Prairie Rose Publications is sure to follow suit. She’s busy finishing her third.

For more information regarding Bev, visit her at Prairie Rose Publications author page, her website @www.beverlywellsauthor.com, FB, twitter, blog @beverlywellsauthor.wordpress.com or gmail her @beverlywellsauthor@gmail.com She’d love to hear from you.



Monday, November 24, 2014

Author, Linda Hubalek Presents MILLIE MARRIES A MARSHAL

Millie Marries a Marshal by Linda K. Hubalek

Millie Donovan, the mail-order bride in my romance book, Millie Marries a Marshal, plans to settle on the Kansas prairie with a homesteader. But, things went array when the groom dies before Millie gets there, leaving her penniless and not knowing a soul in a strange town. My writer’s mind went into overdrive when I matched Millie, an Irish immigrant’s daughter with the town marshal, Adam Wilerson.

I looked up the history of American mail-order brides on Wikipedia and this was their summary.
North American men found financial success in the migration west, but the one thing that was missing was the company of a wife. Very few women lived there at this time, so it was hard for these men to settle down and start a family.

They attempted to attract women living back East; the men wrote letters to churches and published personal advertisements in magazines and newspapers. In return, the women would write to the men and send them photographs of themselves. Courtship was conducted by letter, until a woman agreed to marry a man she had never met.

Many women wanted to escape their present way of living, gain financial security and see what life on the frontier could offer them. Most of these women were single, but some of them were widows, divorcees, or runaways.

A mail-order bride story can have so many scenarios, and I can see why they are a popular story line for anyone that likes to read historical or western romance books. I sure had fun writing it! Please read Rania Ropes a Rancher to start the Brides with Grit series, then follow with the second book, Millie Marries a Marshal.





Millie Marries a Marshal: A Historical Western Romance by Linda K. Hubalek
Brides with Grit Series: Book 2, debuted Nov 17, 2014

Book Blurb:

Mail-order bride Millie Donovan was looking forward to meeting Sam Larson, a Kansas homesteader, who she is sure, from reading his heartfelt letters, will provide her with the love and safety she wants and needs. Millie arrives on the train, not realizing that her husband-to-be was killed in an accident, until Clear Creek’s town marshal informs her of the situation.

Town Marshal Adam Wilerson never plans to marry due to his dangerous job. After reading letters found at his friend’s home following his untimely death which were sent from his friend’s mail-order bride, he can’t help thinking of the woman, and believes he may be in love with her himself. But instead of sending Millie on the train back to her former home, he finds himself welcoming her—and her two-year-old charge—into his house, and into his heart.

When danger threatens, Millie faces it head–on to protect the people she loves, including the town marshal.

Can Adam keep the peace in town—and his house—or will the man following Millie cause an uproar that will endanger them both, and ruin their chance of a life together?

Excerpt from Millie Marries a Marshal, 2014 copyright by Linda K. Hubalek

Jacob Adam couldn’t believe he was walking back from the Reagans, holding a high chair slung over his back with one hand and cradling a baby potty chair against his chest with the other. It was only a three-block walk from the pastor’s house to his, but he’d found more people on the street watching him pass like he was a parade. Dang that woman and her child. No, dang it for Sam dying and leaving him to take care of his new family.

Mrs. Reagan could have filled a wagon with all the things she thought Adam should take to Sam’s intended new son. Adam tried to tell her that Millie and the boy didn’t need all this stuff, but he wouldn’t be surprised if Mrs. Reagan wasn’t walking behind him with her six boys carrying more things to his house. He was the grand marshal of a potty parade, not the respected marshal of Clear Creek.

Finally reaching his front porch, Adam stomped up the porch steps and set the high chair down so he could open the door. He turned the door knob, flung the door open—and jumped a foot off the porch floor when the toddler streaked past him, screaming at the top of his lungs—and buck naked. Good golly, now what will the townspeople think of their marshal?

Adam stepped back, expecting Millie to run past him next to sprint after the kid. After a few seconds he looked inside his house and saw no one, but he could hear female voices in the backyard.

He looked back to follow the path of the boy and realized he wasn’t in sight. Adam bolted off the porch not bothering to use the steps, frantically searching for the kid as he jogged down the street. He hated to have people hear him calling for the kid—if Adam could remember his name—but he didn’t think the kid would answer anyway. The boy seemed almost scared of him, but then Adam was a stranger.

Adam closed his eyes, with relief, and embarrassment. The boy was standing in front of the mercantile, petting—no, more like slapping—Henry Barclay’s old dog, who always laid at his master’s feet while Henry and his old friend Homer Johnston sat on the bench outside the store. And of course there were another five people standing around laughing at the child’s antics because it was a busy Saturday morning, as people were coming into town to do their weekly shopping.

“Okay, fun’s over everyone. I think this runaway citizen needs to be rounded up and carted off.” Adam tried to be official about it, but that was hard to do when the kid shrieked at the top of his lungs and dodged out of Adam’s path again.

He scooped the child up on a run and kept jogging back to his house, trying to get out of sight of everyone on Main Street. Adam slowed to a walk when he reached his porch. Just as he reached for the door handle, he felt a warm liquid running down the side of his body. He jerked the toddler back to see a little stream coming from the boy’s front.

Oh great, I’ve just been peed on…

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Biography
Linda Hubalek grew up on the Kansas prairie, always wanting to be a farmer like her parents and ancestors. After earning a college degree in Agriculture, marriage took Linda away from Kansas as her husband worked in engineering jobs in several states.

Meanwhile, Linda wrote about pioneer women that homesteaded in Kansas between 1854 to the early 1900s, especially her Swedish immigrant ancestors. Her historical fiction book series are Butter in the Well, Trail of Thread, Planting Dreams and the Kansas Quilter.

She also has a historical western romance series called Brides with Grit.

Linda and her husband finally returned back to Kansas, where they raised American buffalo (bison) for a dozen years.








Friday, October 17, 2014

Interview with C. Marie Bowen


C. MARIE BOWEN

INTERVIEW QUESTIONS


What is the most adventurous thing you’ve ever done? 

I bungee jumped. My husband and I and our youngest son were on a visit to Colorado. We spent the day at Heritage Square riding the alpine slide and decided to try the bungee. No, I wouldn't do it again.

What adventure would you like to have that you haven’t done yet if money and skill were no problem?

I would go on an African photo safari or take a cruise around the world.

Who are some of your favorite authors?  What commonality do you see in them? 

Robin Hobb, George R.R. Martin and Diana Gabaldon. Although their stories are vastly different, they write with such richness that you become part of their world. They are excellent world builders and their characters grow and change across the story.

I believe color says something about a person’s personality.  What’s your favorite color?
Hmm. I actually have two. One is a light burgundy. Darker than pink, lighter than wine. The other color is peach, not orange and not gold, but somewhere in between. They should never be worn together.

If you could have a do-over life, what one thing would you do differently? 
That is so hard. Every choice would change where I am, and I'm pretty satisfied with how things turned out. I guess I wouldn't let the bullies see me cry in seventh grade, and I would have learned much earlier not to care what people thought of me.

What would you do again?
Have my kids. They are the best things, the best times and the best friends I've ever known.



What is your writing process from conception to finished MS?
I get an idea, or a character, or a setting. I set up a story board and throw every crazy idea at it. Then I organize the ideas. Some change, some fall by the way side, but eventually I have a loose chapter outline. Then I round up the characters and hope they cooperate. As any writer will tell you, they often have minds of their own. I follow the outline and write the story, then go back to the beginning and fix the POV's, backstory, pacing, etc. The first draft gets it all, then I trim.

Are you a planner, panster or both?
I'm the planner. The characters are the pansters. They wander off and misbehave. My husband once asked me what I was thinking about. I had to explain that I wasn't thinking at all. I was listening to two of my characters argue about what they were going to do.

How did you research for your book?
Hunter is a character in book two of the trilogy I'm writing. The research for Hunter and Lily Graham was done on line using maps, historical records, you tube videos, anything that would help.

What is your all-time favorite movie?  TV show?
Movie – The Princess Bride or Stardust.
TV show – Firefly.

How important do feel writing workshops are to any writer?
Essential. As with anything you do in life, you have to learn how to do it. Those skills are not simply bestowed upon you. Workshops are teachers helping students. You can be both your entire life, depending on what you know and what you are trying to learn. 

If you could learn one new skill, fear and money no deterrent, what would it be?
I would learn how to ride a motorcycle.

If you had a million dollars to donate to any one charity, what would it be?
I'd need three million. Meals on Wheels for seniors, Women's centers (Medical and safe houses), and The Humane Society.

What advice would you like to give to an aspiring writer?
Write something. Take classes and join a writer's group. Enter contests. Find a critique partner, or three. Learn to take constructive criticism. Trust yourself enough to know that sometimes the critics are wrong.

Did anyone mentor you or help you along the way?  Please tell us about your mentor
 and what you feel they contributed to your writing career.
I took a self editing class through RWA. The teacher was fantastic. One of her stories is in Vol. 1 of the Cowboys, Creatures, and Calico anthology. Linda Carroll-Bradd changed the way I look at my writing from the ground up. Next would be the two critique partners I have now, C. A. Jamison and Jodi Hale. They are both outstanding writers and I am very lucky to have fallen in with them.

What is the best advice anyone ever gave you?
From my mom:  Raising kids is easy. All you need to do is feed them and love them and let them grow up.

If you could live anywhere in the world you wanted to, where would it be?
(Language is no barrier)
There are a lot of places I'd like to visit, but only two places I'd like to live. Either in Denver, with my mom and family, or in Chicago with my two boys.

Where do you write? 
At my computer desk in the front room.

How much time do you devote to writing each week? 
Too much right now. I'm starting a business and the learning curve is kinda steep. I write every day for 5-6 hours. That includes editing and media.

Do you have a day every week that you take off?
On the weekends I like to hang out with my husband. Even then I usually get an hour of writing, critiquing, media or editing in.

What is a genre that you have not attempted that you would like to try?
Fantasy. Like Robin Hobb or GRRM, build a world from the ground up.

Is there anything you would like readers to know about you?
I can't think of anything you haven't asked.  I'll have to get back to you on that one.

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C. Marie's contribution: Hunter and Lily Graham


Hunter and Lily Graham is an unforgettable tale of a beautiful school marm’s love for her children that surpasses all. When a Cajun bounty hunter known only as “Hunter” shows up, Lily Graham knows he, and no one else, can help her save a young girl.


Hunter will need his unusual tracking skills to help Lily Graham find a missing child. Dealing with Lily will be a different problem entirely.

BLURB:

Hunter hoped to beat the winter storms south, and be snug on a riverboat before the Kansas snow began to fly. Instead, his spirit guides sent him east toward Wichita, with no hint at what he would find. His Cajun upbringing fostered respect for his special talents, and life as a bounty hunter taught him to ignore those tiny voices at his own peril.

After collecting a bounty in Wichita, he thought his side trip was over. Then he saw Lily Graham. Beautiful and desperate, she fell to her knees and begged for his help. A child was missing and a young life was in danger. Hunter would need to call upon his extraordinary skills to find the child, but time was running out. And what would he to do about lovely Lily?

Excerpt:

Hunter stood and touched the door. It moved. He drew his revolver and glanced toward Lily. She was pinned to his side. He tipped his head to her, she nodded, and then he pushed open the door with the barrel of his Colt.
            They moved into dark interior and Hunter stepped sideways, away from the door. From the back of the house, a chair scraped across the floor. Dim light spilled from the doorway ahead. He stood still and allowed his eyes to become accustomed to the dark front room. Senses extended, he could feel the room ahead, one man seated at a table. To the left, through the opening was another room. Susan would be there. He slid his gun into his holster.
            Hunter stepped around a chair and put his back to the wall beside the opening. Wind blew the front door ajar and leaves skittered across the floor.
            “Hummel?” the man in the next room called. “You back?”
            The scrape of the chair again. Hunter watched the light from the doorway dim as the man stepped into the opening.
            Hunter slammed his fist into the man's nose, and felt it dissolve beneath the blow. He followed the man as he stumbled into the kitchen, reaching for his gun. A quick slice across the man's windpipe, and he fell onto the table, and then slid to the floor. Hunter knelt and cleaned his blade on the man's pant-leg. He caught a glimpse of Lily's skirt as she disappeared into the adjoining room.
            “Hunter …”
            He rose, slid his knife into the sheath at his back and followed Lily into the room. The light from the kitchen lantern illuminated an empty cot. 

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